Chapter 594 Moore: On the expansion of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom (please book, vote)
The morning mist on the Yalu River has not yet dissipated, and six four-wheeled carriages have already rolled over the wooden pedals of the iron chain bridge. Moore held up one-sided glasses and looked at the red flag floating on the earth wall on the opposite bank - the five black words "Taiping Zhenjiang Zhu" are embroidered in the center of the flag, and the corner of the flag is whispered by the river wind.
"This bridge was newly built last year," Hong Renyu shook his folding fan and pointed at the stone tablet at the bridgehead. "Originally, the North Koreans used wooden boats to ferry, but when the sky army came, they changed it to an iron chain bridge. The pig iron alone used 80,000 kilograms."
"What is the 'Taiping Zhenjiang Zhu' on the north bank of the Yalu River?" Wen Xian asked while taking out a Cuban cigar from his dress pocket.
"That is the country farm of our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!" Hong Renqi smiled, "Since the time when the Eastern King Governor Northeast, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom began to set up national farms in Liaoning to accommodate Chinese soldiers who were willing to retire from the army. An ordinary new Taiping Army Saint Soldier, as long as he had some military merits on his body, even if it was just collective merits, he could get one hundred acres of rich black soil in the Northeast! Two Simas, the leader of the pawns and the commander of the ranks of meritorious people can get more land. It can have up to five hundred acres! Of course, the ownership of these lands is still in the Kingdom of Heaven, and the meritorious people can only get the right to use."
"Only use it?" Wen Xian asked, "Then are the heroes dead?"
"The right to use can be inherited by the son of a meritorious man," Hong Renyi replied, "but the heirs must also undertake the military service of his father. The Division Commander and the Brigade Commander will regularly assess military training and grain output. Those who fail to meet the standards for three consecutive years will be reclaimed part or all of the land!"
"Then there are many military institutions like the 'Taiping Zhenjiang Zuo' in Liaodong, right?" Wen Xian asked again.
Hong Renqian replied: "There are not too many right now, there are three or four hundred. There are more than one hundred soldiers and only tens of thousands of households are gathered together. However, there will definitely be hundreds of thousands of households in the future. The entire Northeast will be the world of the Chinese military camps!"
Sir Wenxian lit a cigar, took a beautiful breath, spit out a cigarette ring, turned to Consul Styren and smiled, "This kind of military camp will definitely be spread all over Java Island in the future, right?" Styren looked as if he was blue and pointed his telescope at the ridges that were scattered in Jiangbei.
Friedrichzer's pen was flying "rustling" on his notebook: "The leaders of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom are trying to shape a military class similar to the Juncker landlords by linking land and military merits and military service. And when this class and capital and industrialization are combined, the expansion impulse of 500 million people will be completely released!"
The siege of Zhenjiang soldiers was larger than that of the county town of Korea. The commander of the soldiers Chen Dazhu brought thirty sabers to the gate of the village. The old Guangxi brother was covered in black cloth with his left eye and his right fingers were as thick as an old tree root: "You have calculated it, King Gan! I just harvested spring wheat last month, and the new ale wine in Curry can be enough!"
The official hall of the yamen office was hanging the "Translation Map of the Acres of Fields in the Heavenly Dynasty". The 20,000 acres of land produced by the red coil hurt Bai Siwen. The former second-rank official of the Qing Dynasty rolled his Adam's apple twice and suddenly pointed to the red cross at the northeast corner of the map: "Is this the Eight Banners Official Village?"
"It has been taken back to heaven long ago," Chen Dazhu grinned and showed his yellow teeth. "There are grandsons of the Eight Banners Turtles who are unwilling to give up and want to set fire to the granary. They were tied up by me and thrown into the ice hole."
Friedrich quickly recorded with a pencil, and suddenly looked up and asked, "How to resettle the original flag citizens?"
"A man over fifteen years old was sent to mine and build roads, and women and children were distributed to his brothers to be slaves." Chen Dazhu said as he lifted the door panel of a warehouse, and the fragrance of new wheat came to his face. But Friedrich found that behind the twenty cypress grain stocks, a whole row of oil paper packs piled up on the beams - the words "War Preparation for Saltpeter" were written in red pen.
"Those are saltpeter?" Hong Renyi pointed to the oil-paper bag piled at the base of the wall and asked in Hakka dialect.
"Yes!" Chen Dazhu grinned, "The soldiers in Zhenjiang have a thousand acres of nitride fields, and the simmered simmer will be scattered in various warehouses, so as not to be taken away in one go. If the remnants of the bannermen in the mountains dare to invade, these simmers can be used to configure simmer sugar gunpowder!"
The house of the two Sima Yang Laosan is only two miles away from the river bank. When this Hunan man brought everyone into the main hall, the three-year-old Tianli rifle hanging on the wall formed an excellent match with the "Spirit of the Heavenly King" in offer.
"The three-year-old rifled rifle in Tianli can penetrate the blind bear's head within fifty steps!" Yang Laosan slapped his butt stock to show off, "Last month, I shot three of them, one shot."
The harsh sound of sawing wood came from behind the house. Bai Siwen looked in the sound and saw a few shirtless men sawing a thick piece of wood, "They are"
"A man who escaped from famine in Shandong," Yang Laosan sighed. "The Kingdom of Heaven also distributed land for them, but one person could only share two acres of food fields. If you want to earn a little more, you have to come to the village to carry out work. You can do anything! When you go to the mountains to suppress bandits, you can still make them a militia, just remember them for merit."
"Remember the merits?" Bai Siwen asked, "If you have saved enough money, can you be a Chinese citizen and a farmer?"
Yang Laosan nodded and smiled, "That's right, I'll divide them to the north at that time."
Moore's gray eyes moved slightly and suddenly said to Friedrich in German: "Their expansion pattern is similar to that of white Americans, but it is better organized."
The field of the school in the afternoon was a little cooler. More than 70 and a half-year-old children lined up with wooden guns, followed by a lame teacher with crutches shouting and killing sounded loudly. Hong Renyu pointed to the brick house at the west end of the school ground: "This is the primary school in Zuli. Children practice calligraphy during the day and practice guns in Shenshi. The one who teaches a village scholar who fled from Shandong, and the one who leads the children to practice martial arts is the old brother of our Taiping Army."
Stillon leaned closer to the window and looked carefully. There was a hand-painted map next to the "Picture of the King" on the wall - a map of China was painted in different colors. The parts that had been controlled by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom were all painted in red, while the other parts were black. Several red arrows were pasted at the junction of Huguang and Sichuan, which should symbolize that the Taiping Army was advancing westward.
In addition, there is a map full of contour lines on the wall, and the terrain seems to be the jurisdiction of the "Taiping Zhenjiang Zhu"!
“The way children in your country learn geography is very special”
"Children who grew up in military garrison must learn to fight." Hong Ren-yu walked into a courtyard with a smile, and baskets of soybeans were weighing. The North Korean woman wearing a red turban knelt on the ground and sewed sacks. She turned her head to look at the sound of footsteps.
"Only two or three dou of black soil per acre," Chen Dazhu kicked the grain basket with the tip of his boots. "I keep the rest of it, and I can't finish it. Most of it is sold or fed to the animals!"
The day after Moore and his group arrived at the Zhenjiang soldiers in Taiping, they happened to be in the market twice a month. More than 20 stalls were lined up along the dirt road, and most of them sold were animal skins, ironware, porcelain and cloth transported from the pass. The tax collectors of Zhenjiang soldiers in official uniforms beat the gongs one by one: "Those who pay the taxes get red chips, those who don't have any funds will get to repair the fort!"
Suddenly two gunshots shocked the flock of crows. Yang Laosan and several households were carrying smoked rifles and emerged from the forest. Each of them was carrying a bloody beast or bird on the barrel. Yang Laosan laughed and said, "Give food to the guests tonight!"
Friedrich stared at the bullet holes in the belly of one of the birds and suddenly said, "This shooting accuracy is enough to kill the enemy's commander."
"How about the Prussian hunters?" Wen Xian asked, touching the pocket watch chain.
"Comparison," Friedrich, a military-loving Friedrich evaluated, "the hunters can always be the best sniper."
Today's dinner was placed under the apple tree in the house of the head of the lord. Chen Dazhu poured the third bowl of ale and suddenly smashed the sea bowl on the stone table: "When the heavenly army attacked the old nest of the Rakshasa ghost, I will take people to occupy Lake Baikal!"
"Now, let's take care of Jilin and Heilongjiang first," Hong Renyu slowly picked up the fish bones. "Before next spring, you Zhenjiang soldiers would be better able to train a hundred sharpshooters who can ride horses!"
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Wen Xian's fork stopped in mid-air: "What are you doing to train so many soldiers?"
"Unify China first, and then prevent the Russians from going south!" Hong Renyu smiled so harmlessly. "When the Berlin talks, our soldiers stationed at the mouth of Heilongjiang and the Kamchatka Peninsula will advance west along Heilongjiang."
Bai Siwen suddenly sneered: "I'm afraid I want to learn from Genghis Khan and use the Tun user as an arrow to shoot it out."
Moore, who had been silent, suddenly spoke and said in German: "It's terrible than the Mongolians. The Mongolians rely on horses to expand, and they rely on turning every peasant into an armed colonist." He turned to look at Chen Dazhu, who was drunk and hazy, and changed to a stiff Chinese: "How much land do you want?"
"How much does it cost!" The drunken slap in his hand and said his true words, "From the north of Zhenjiang Fort, the best place where three horses can run to death is the best place to be Chen!"
The direction he pointed at was a "military wall". Moore looked over and saw that the wall was filled with the great military achievements of this old brother from Guangxi, Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!
First year of Tianli: Follow His Highness Beiwang to participate in the Jintian Uprising, serve as the selection of the attacker, and kill the two Qing Yaos
In the second year of Tianli: choose the attacker to attack Quanzhou again, first kill the demon, and get the reward of the Northern King
In the second year of Tianli: Follow the Northern King to attack Lingling County, killing two demons outside the county town
The third year of Tianli: Follow the Heavenly Kingdom soldiers to attack Jiangning City, break the flag city, and kill the demons
The fourth year of Tianli
Dutch Consul Stiren muttered in Dutch, "Yellow peril, this is the Yellow peril. If we cannot stop them, they will replace us and become the dominant of this world!"
"This is the most terrifying military machine." Moore wrote in his diary through candlelight, "but they are not fighting for faith or monarchs, but they pile up two more bags of wheat for their backyard. In the final analysis, it is the race that accounts for 40% of the world's population and does not have the corresponding land and resources!"
The next morning, a sudden sound of horse hooves came from outside the window. The messenger sent a military order issued by the commander of the First Division of the Liaoning Provincial Guard Division. Hong Renyi, who was having breakfast with Chen Dazhu, swept over the words "Speedly dispatch fifty Zhenjiang soldiers to the division headquarters" and sneered. Suddenly, the river wind gushed into the yard with the gathering military horn, as if the entire northeast was repeating the same sentence: Black soil buried loyal bones, guns and cannons expanded the territory.
Chapter completed!